I think maybe Autumn was monologuing on her death bed before she mad it to the afterlife with something like,

And as I lay on my own deathbed, waiting for my very soul to escape the body it once controlled, I still ponder, “What adventure awaits me next?”. Will I move on to a heavenly paradise? Or will i fall into the depths of hell, just as the red and yellow leaves float and spin as they fall during the breezes of autumn…